Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 52



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The sound of the thuds sounded like the continuous tapping of a typewriter. Along with the sound, the bar was filled with the noise of things breaking and shattering, and bullets were hitting and destroying liquor bottles, windows, and wooden walls.

As soon as he saw the bartender’s gun, Jincheol lowered his posture and immediately grabbed the gun from the horse. Other people were adults, so they could survive, but this guy was still a kid. In his hasty movements, the milk he was drinking spilled.

“Eww-!”

The bartender’s shouts and the sound of gunshots mixed together to create a loud noise inside the bar. However, Jincheol soon realized that he wasn’t really shooting the gun to kill everyone inside the bar.

Because the bartender’s gun was aimed above the people’s heads, almost to the ceiling of the bar.

Thanks to this, the soldiers, the pig doctor, and Jincheol and his group were all able to avoid his barrage of fire by lowering their heads and taking cover under the table.

“···”

The gunfire from the submachine guns held in both hands quickly stopped. And as the gunfire and shouting disappeared, the bar became as quiet as if it had held its breath. The sound of glass falling was so loud it sounded like thunder.

“···?”

The Siapó soldiers who had been lying flat on their stomachs slowly raised their heads. Contrary to the loud noise, there were no screams of pain or groans of sorrow. No one seemed particularly injured.

Then the bartender jumped over the bar table and threw down his empty submachine gun.

“Capitan!”

At his shout, the pig doctor who had been lying down raised his head. Seeing him, the bartender pulled out the pistol from his waistband and shouted again.

“Get up, Capitan! Run outside at once! The troops are waiting for you! Run!”

With that shout, the Siapó soldiers came to their senses and stood up. The bartender aimed his pistol at the soldier in front, but couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger.

On the contrary, the Siap soldier raised his rifle. Unlike the bartender who hesitated, gritting his teeth and shaking the barrel of the gun, the soldier did not hesitate. He immediately took up the rifle and aimed it at the bartender.

The next moment, the pig doctor’s clasped hands struck the soldier on the back of the head. The gun missed and hit the floor.

The pig doctor shouted.

“Hey, you crazy kid! What are you going to do if you just shoot the gun like that!”

“Damn it! What can I do when I can’t think of any other way!”

The bartender also threw away the pistol that he couldn’t even fire and kicked the soldier who was standing up next to him. The two men were busy with their fists and feet and knocked down two or three more people. However, they were eventually outnumbered and surrounded by soldiers with guns, and they ended up standing with their backs against each other.

The sight of the pig doctor with his two chained fists pressed against his chin and his eyes burning brightly reminded me of a street boxer. I couldn’t tell whether I should call it his fighting spirit even when facing a gun, or his foolishness in fighting the gun with his bare fists.

Jincheol, who was looking at him, turned his head. Ramien, Maro, and Doljumeok were all in good shape, crumpled up in the corner of the bar. Doljumeok, whose eyes met Jincheol’s, whispered.

“If we do this well, I think we can get through this without fighting. Letting them fight amongst themselves- Ah.”

Stone Fist whispered, but his large chest and loud voice caused one of the Rabito soldiers in front of them to turn around in surprise. He looked at Jincheol and his group, especially Stone Fist’s face, and turned his gun towards them in shock.

And then, without warning, he pulled the trigger.

There was a bang, followed by a small ting, a gunshot. A bluish, translucent membrane rose above Jincheol’s right arm, which he extended forward, blocking the soldier’s fire.

“···Hi.”

Jincheol sighed as he stood up on his knees. He saw the Rabito soldier looking at him with a puzzled look in his eyes. He was holding his gaze fixed on Jincheol and was trying to pull the bolt with a stammering hand.

Jincheol’s fist, which had removed its protective shield, struck the bastard in the face.

With a heavy thud, the soldier with a crumpled face fell backwards. The gazes in the bar followed the man as he slid down, then turned back to Jincheol.

Jincheol spoke bluntly toward their gaze.

“He shot first.”

Among the soldiers who were blankly staring at Jincheol, Rabito, who seemed to be a superior, shouted.

“Shoot! Gonggyeok-”

His order did not last until the end. Jincheol, who had suddenly come running like a tiger, kicked his pubic hair. He rose slightly and threw up everything in his stomach, then fell flat on his face on top of his own vomit.

Then, Jincheol’s palm struck the face of another Rabito soldier next to him. The soldier spun around with a swoosh, sending two of his front teeth flying out.

“Eww!”

Another Rabito soldier shouted and aimed his rifle at Jincheol. It was nice to shoot with a bang, but Jincheol had already dodged the gun by easily dodging the bullet.

Jincheol’s short left jab crushed the soldier’s face. The soldier, whose face was crumpled as if he was playing a prank, fell down with blood and teeth dripping.

Before the guy could completely fall, Jincheol took a step forward and swung his right leg sharply. Three or four soldiers who had been standing close together were caught in the kick and fell down together like a pinball. The sound of the crack must have broken their ribs or upper arms.

“···?”

Jincheol, who was about to attack another soldier in succession, froze in place. This was because the Rabito soldier in front of him was sitting there in fear. When he quickly turned his gaze, he saw that the other soldiers inside the bar were also trembling and unable to move.

When Jincheol stopped moving, one of them dropped the rifle he was holding on the ground and said.

“Ha, surrender···!”

“···You surrender?”

As if those words were some kind of signal, the other soldiers also put down their weapons on the ground and raised both hands. Indeed, all the remaining soldiers were surrendering.

“Oh my. I didn’t even beat up a few guys.”

Jincheol wiped the blood off his hands and looked around the bar. He saw the terrified Siapo soldiers looking at the fallen soldiers, and the pig doctor with a shocked expression. He sighed for some reason at the sight of the Rabitos putting down their weapons. It would have been better if the people of the past had been this timid.

Just then, the bar became quiet again. Suddenly, the front door of the bar opened with a bang and three or four Rabitos came rolling in.

“Mom, everyone stop moving!”

“Don’t move! I’ll shoot you!”

“Capitan! Are you alive, Capitan!”

“···”

The rabbis who rolled in were dressed in a variety of attire, from those in overalls like farmers, to those with their faces covered by hoods like robbers, to those in sharp suits, except that they were all carrying guns.

As soon as they entered, they looked around and aimed their guns, but then when they discovered the situation inside, they were bewildered. On the other hand, the people inside the bar also stared at them blankly.

“···?”

“···”

The sight that came into view of those who rolled in was the sight of the Siapó soldiers who had thrown away their guns and raised their hands, Jincheol standing in front of them, and the pig doctor and the bartender. It was a sight that did not match the exciting gunfire that had been ringing out just a moment ago.

Fortunately, the pig doctor came to his senses first.

“Enough. Calm down, gentlemen. The situation here is over.”

“Yes···? It’s over···?”

“Yeah. They all surrendered. To be exact, to that guy over there.”

As he said that, he pointed at Jincheol with his handcuffed. The rabbits’ eyes were once again focused on Jincheol.

Jincheol spoke briefly to those people.

“What are you looking at?”

“···”

Jincheol approached the group, leaving behind the gazes that could not hide their absurdity. Then he spoke first to Maro, who was blinking with her eyes wide open.

“Where are you hurt?”

“···no.”

“Okay then. You guys aren’t hurt anywhere, are you?”

It was a question directed at Ramien and Doljumeok. The two nodded as well, but their expressions were contrasting.

Ramien had a blank expression on his face, as if he was having a hard time accepting what he had seen, while Doljumeok had a face that said, “Well, then that’s how it is.” This was already the difference between someone who knew Jincheol’s physical abilities and someone who didn’t.

“What a great move. My name is Miguel.”

At that moment, the pig doctor approached Jincheol, revealed his name, and held out his hand, which was full of iron bars. Jincheol looked at the hand and face, and immediately took it.

“Kang Jin-cheol. Call me Jin-cheol.”

“Nice to meet you, Jincheol. First of all, let me say thank you. Thanks to you, no one died.”

It was as he said. Surprisingly, no one died in this bar right now. The rabbits who had been beaten by Jincheol were in shambles, but they weren’t dead.

Pig Doctor Miguel was about to wave his hand and continue speaking.

“Capitan! There’s no time to waste! We have to move now!”

It was the cry of those who had belatedly rushed in, presumably Miguel’s men. They had driven the surrendering Siapó soldiers into a corner with their guns pointed at them, and then approached Miguel and grabbed him by the collar.

Miguel said.

“Why? The transport support force must still be far away.”

“They moved a day earlier. Thanks to that, Siap’s company must be right in front of us! You must leave immediately!”

“Hmm···”

He nodded with a serious expression, looked at Jincheol again, and said.

“Thank you so much for this, Jincheol. You saved my life. I can’t repay your kindness right now because the situation is urgent, but I will pay you back with my life as soon as I have the time.”

“Good. Do it now. I had something to ask you.”

“···now?”

Miguel’s eyes widened.

Jincheol had many questions to ask. From where Ishanka’s daughter was, to why a rebel from the Jaso Federation had come here, how he had been captured, and why he was called the ‘pig doctor’, he also had personal questions.

Miguel, who looked into Jincheol’s eyes for a moment without saying anything, not knowing whether he knew Jincheol’s thoughts or not, soon burst into hearty laughter.

“Hahahahaha! Alright! Then let’s move together for now! We can’t waste time here. Once we get to the hideout, ask me anything!”

It’s refreshing. Jincheol’s lips also slightly smiled at his bright smile. However, the subordinate next to Miguel frowned and whispered to Miguel.

“Wait a minute, we can’t reveal our hideout to outsiders, Kapitan! It’s dangerous!”

“Stop! Trust is something that is passed on first. Besides, he is someone who has already fought against Siapo.”

“No, didn’t we already have a traitor? Have you already forgotten how you were dragged here, Kapitan?”

“Willie had his reasons, gentlemen. I understand him.”

“no···”

The subordinate looked back and forth between Jincheol and Miguel as if he was annoyed by Miguel, and eventually turned around and left the bar first.

Miguel looked at the back of his subordinate and smiled apologetically at Jincheol.

“That guy seems a little sensitive because of what happened before. I feel sorry for him.”

“Okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“Is that so? That’s fortunate. Then let’s get moving right away. Our transportation will be waiting.”

“No. We’ll follow on our own.”

“I see. Okay. I understand. Come out right away.”

He nodded and left the bar with the other rebels, including the bartender. Jincheol looked back at the group.

“Let me follow you for a moment. I think I know the person I’m looking for.”

“I’ll drive!”

Doljumeok shouted that and ran out of the bar first, and Maro looked back and forth between Doljumeok and Jincheol before quickly following Doljumeok. Jincheol, who was about to follow them, realized that Ramien was looking at him and turned his head.

Her expression was as serious and hard as when she first discovered the pig doctor.

“What? Why?”

“···The pig doctor is a worshipper of the evil god Marx.”

“···Uh, um. What is that?”

Ramien shook her head at Jincheol’s incomprehensible tone and continued speaking.

“No, it’s not that I’m being framed or misunderstood, but I’m a true Marxist who has openly revealed myself. I’m a true disciple of the devil.”